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AVILD   FLOAVERS 

Of  what  are  you  afraid,  my  child  ?"  inquired  the  kindly  teacher. 
Oh,  sir !  the  flowers,  they  are  wild,"  replied  the  timid  creature. 


PETER    NEWELL'S 


PICTURES    AND    RHYMES 


NEW   YORK   AND   LONDON 

HARPER    &    BROTHERS    PUBLISHERS 
1903 


p. 


Copyright,  1899,  by  Harper  &  Brothers. 
All  rii^lUs  rtscrved. 


Peter  Newell 


A  FEW  months  over  thirty -seven  years  ago,  in  a  farm-house  standing  in  some 
mysterious  and  unrevealed  spot  in  the  State  of  Illinois,  Mr.  Peter  Newell  made  his 
first  appearance  in  the  world,  and  for  the  time  being  was  a  more  absorbing  topic  of 
interest  in  his  family  than  the  Civil  War  then  in  progress.  The  actual  date  of  this 
event,  which  has  meant  so  much  to  the  world  of  illustration,  was  March  5,  1862,  the  < 
three  hundred  and  twenty-eighth  anniversary  of  the  death  of  Antonio  Allegri,  a  gen- 
tleman who,  in  the  course  of  a  distinguished  career,  made  himself  and  his  native  town 
famous  as  Correggio.  One  who  is  not  in  the  confidence  of  nature  finds  himself  unable 
to  state  positively  that  the  advent  of  Mr.  Newell  into  the  world  on  the  fifth  of  March, 
1862,  was  a  belated  effort  on  the  part  of  the  powers  that  be  to  make  up  to  the  world  of 
art  for  the  untimely  decease  of  the  great  master  of  the  sixteenth  century,  but  the  coin- 
cidence of  the  dates  may  prove  suggestive  to  minds  that  find  suggestions  in  that  sort 
of  thing.  Had  Mr.  Newell  been  born  a  day  earlier  it  might  have  changed  his  whole 
career  and  transformed  a  budding  artist  into  a  future  President  of  the  United  States — 


which  would  have  been  \^ery  unfortunate  both  for  Mr.  Newell  and  for  the  thousands 
who  find  in  his  work  a  constant  source  of  delight.  As  a  statesman  he  would  have 
found  admiration  and  encouragement  from  his  partisans  only.  As  an  illustrator  there 
is  no  division  in  the  ranks,  and  he  receives  from  all,  young  and  old,  a  well-merited 
meed  of  admiration. 

There  was  little  in  the  early  days  upor  the  farm  that  gave  evidence  of  what  was  in 
store  for  the  young  Newell,  except  that  there  was  hardly  any  work  to  be  done  on  the 
parental  acres  that  seemed  suited  to  his  abilities.  He  was  an  indifferent  milker; 
a  somewhat  tentative  tosser  of  hay;  and  it  is  said  that  his  ploughing  lacked  depth. 
However  all  this  may  be,  long  before  the  years  of  discretion  had  been  reached  it  was 
quite  evident  to  those  who  watched  him  and  speculated  upon  his  future  career  that  in 
the  poetry  of  life  the  bucolic  caesura  was  not  to  be  Mr.  NewelFs  division.  And  a  little 
later  the  ease  and  avidity  with  which  he  seized  upon  the  paint-pot,  and  the  grace  with 
which  he  manipulated  the  brush  in  the  painting  of  campaign  banners  and  the  making 
of  patent  drawings,  gave  promise  of  an  artistic  career  that  must  have  either  greatly 
encouraged  or  greatly  worried  those  who  had  the  care  of  him.  It  is  told  of  an  eminent 
sculptor  that  the  first  indications  of  his  genius  manifested  themselves  in  the  turning 
of  a  last  in  a  shoe -shop.  It  is  no  less  interesting  to  know  that  in  the  handling  of 
pigments  Mr.  Newell's  earliest  experiments  were  on  barn-doors  and  wagon-wheels. 

His  education  was  wholly  in  the  public  schools,  and  it  is  probably  true  that  it  was 
acquired  with  some  difficulty,  since  Mr.  Newell  developed,  as  time  went  on,  a  certain 
dexterity  in  the  caricaturing  of  his  teachers.     IVIany  an  excellent  specimen  of  his  work 


in  black  and  white  has  been  rubbed  hastily  from  a  school  black-board  by  an  irate 
teacher;  and  it  is  a  cause  of  positive  grief  to  certain  collectors  of  his  pictures  to  think 
of  the  ruthless  wet  thumb  that  obliterated  Mr.  Newell's  slate  impressions  of  those  who 
were  tryino^  to  teach  him  somethino-  he  never  knew  before.  Yet  the  artist  acknowledges 
that  the  personal  criticism  that  was  laid  on  at  such  times  by  his  unconscious  models 
has  done  him  much  good  from  the  point  of  view  of  morals,  if  not  from  that  of  his  art. 
Discipline  is  not  usually  taught  in  art-schools,  but  out  of  his  art  tendencies  Mr.  Newell 
acquired  a  knowledge  of  the  power  of  authority  which  has  helped  to  make  of  him  a 
good  citizen. 

In  the  early  eighties  Mr.  Newell  began  to  turn  his  knack  at  caricature  to  some 
account,  and  for  a  year  or  two  was  one  of  the  most  acceptable  "  idea-mongers  "  in  the 
periodical  world.  Rough  sketches  of  quaint  and  humorous  pictures  he  thought  ought 
to  be  made,  with  an  accompanying  text  elucidating  the  composition,  were  submitted  by 
the  hundreds  to  editors  in  the  effete  East,  and  met  at  their  hands  with  so  ready  an  ap- 
preciation that,  in  1SS3,  their  clever  author  found  himself  financially  able  to  desert  the 
pleasant  paths  of  quietness  and  peace,  to  which  he  could  never  grow  accustomed,  for 
the  turmoil  of  a  great  city,  the  storm-centre  of  which,  to  one  of  his  tastes,  lay  in  the  Art 
Students'  League,  then  doing  business  in  a  combustible  building  in  l^venty-third  Street, 
New  York,  well  provided  with  fire-escapes,  however,  which  taught  by  practical  methods 
a  "skied"  artist  how  to  get  down  to  the  line  of  safety  and  success.  At  the  League 
Mr.  Newell  drew  blockheads  and  other  models  assiduously  for  three  months,  and  after 
having  been  convinced  that  his  work  was  utterly  hopeless,  and  that  he  had  no  future 


either  ahead  of  him  or  behind  him,  felt  that  the  time  had  come  to  launch  himself  upon 
the  sea  of  art.  He  knew  that  utter  hopelessness  had  been  from  the  beginning  a  sign 
of  genius,  and  his  own  hopelessness  was  so  extremely  utter  that  it  gave  him  confidence. 
The  rest  needs  no  statement  here.  From  the  moment  that  Mr.  Newell  began  reducing 
his  own  ideas  to  concrete  form  his  work  has  been  very  much  in  the  public  eye;  and  it 
is  the  fact  to-day  that,  had  he  been  twins  instead  of  a  single  individual,  both  of  him 
would  find  it  difficult  to  meet  the  demand  for  his  delicious  pictures  and  quaint  fancy 
with  an  adequate  supply. 

The  key-note  of  his  success  has  been  his  absolute  fidelity  to  his  own  Muse.  He 
cleaves  only  unto  her,  and  has  never  flirted  with  the  muse  of  another.  His  work  is  his 
own,  and  is  not  modelled  after  or  in  any  sense  suggestive  of  the  work  of  any  other,  past 
or  present.  What  he  has  learned  in  his  art  he  has  discovered  for  himself.  With  no 
desire  to  disparage  the  good  work  that  is  done  in  the  Art  League,  one  may  say  that  even 
the  teachings  of  that  institution  have  not  spoiled  him.  Had  he  not  successfully  forgot- 
ten what  he  learned  there  he  would  have  become  conventional,  and  if  he  had  become 
conventional  he  would  not  have  become  unique.  He  is  conscious  of  no  "influence." 
He  has  admired  the  work  of  the  Japanese,  and  has  studied  with  care  the  technique  of 
the  French  flat-tonists;  but  the  technical  side  of  his  work  is  self-acquired,  and  he  is 
consequently  more  confident  in  his  touch  than  he  would  be  had  he  been  merely 
taught.  And  the  same  is  true  of  his  writing.  The  note  of  quaintness  which  dominates 
in  his  productions  is  quite  as  clearly  struck  in  the  little  rhymes  that  he  has  put  forth 
from  time  to  time  as  in  the  pictures  with  which  he  illustrates  them.     He  had  not  read 


or  even  seen  the  famous  Nonsense  book  of  Edward  Lear  when  I  asked  liim  the 
impertinent  questions  necessary  for  the  production  of  this  paper  in  June  last.  And  it 
is  his  sturdy  adherence  to  his  own  point  of  view  tliat  has  made  him  sui  o-cuci-is. 

Mr.  Newell's  favorite  diversions  are  tennis  and  chess.  His  interests  outside  of  his 
art  He  in  a  Sunday-school,  of  which  he  is  superintendent,  and  in  Public  Health,  which 
is  more  than  ever  his  concern  since  he  is  a  member  of  the  Health  Board  in  the  New- 
Jersey  community  of  which  he  is  an  honored  citizen.  When  I  asked  him  about  his 
reading,  he  observed  quietly  that  he  was  fond  of  it;  and  his  favorite  authors,  he  said, 
were  Bulwer  and  myself,  which  placed  him  en  rapport  with  me  at  once,  although  I  have 
latterly  found  Bulwer  more  difficult  than  he  appeared  to  me  to  be  twenty  years  ago. 

The  spirit  of  the  man  is  that  of  one  who  enjoys  himself.  No  pessimistic  note 
sounds  in  his  organization  ;  there  is  no  pose  of  self-deprecation  ;  and  he  communicates 
his  happiness  to  those  who  read  his  rhymes  and  who  look  upon  his  pictures.  All  the 
sunshine  of  his  life — and  there  seems  to  be  a  great  store  of  it — he  shares  with  all  who 
will  partake,  and  if  he  has  any  troubles  he  keeps  them  to  himself.  He  is  essentially  a 
humorist,  and  one  of  the  highest  type.  It  is  his  mission  to  bring  laughter  into  the 
world,  and  he  succeeds  beyond  measure,  and  always  cleanly,  clearly,  humanly.  He 
reminds  one  of  Thackeray's  implied  definition  of  humor  when  in  description  of  Dickens 
he  speaks  of  "that  mixture  of  love  and  wit — humor,  tender  humor." 

John   Kendrick   Bangs. 

Yoiikers,  N.  V.,  August  24,  id'gg. 


A   WILD    MARCH    HAIR 

*'Oh,  Avhat  is  that,  my  Ethelbert — that  creature  writhing  there?" 
"Why,  it  must  be,  sweet  Dorothy,  methinks,  the  wild  March  hair!' 


A   BORROWED    VOICE 


That  flowers  have  a  language  is  a  fact  I've  noted  long  ; 
But  I  must  say  I  never  knew  their  voices  were  so  strong. 


RIPPLES 

Whene'er  into  the  lake  I  shoot,  though  careless  be  my  aim, 
I  always  hit,"  declared  Towhit,  "the  bull's-eye  just  the  same. 


PLAID    RABBITS 

I  have  a  pair  of  bunnies,  and  their  eyes  are  large  and  sad  ; 
The  coats  are  white  as  buttermilk,  and  also  somewhat  plaid. 


A   VICIOUS   GOAT 

'  I  do  not  love  my  billy-goat,  I  wish  that  he  were  dead, 
Because  he  kicked  me,  so  he  did — he  kicked  me  with  his  head. 


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TIMID    HORTEXSE 

Now  if  the  fish   will  only  bite,  we'll  have  some  royal  fun." 

And  do  fish  bite?     The  horrid  things!     Indeed,  I'll  not  catch  one!" 


A   MATTER   OF    DIRECTION 

A  little  boy  met,  on  his  way  to  school, 

A  savage  old  bear  in  the  forest  cool. 

"Which  way  is  he  going?"  growled  Bruin,  aside. 

"  The  same  way  as  you,  sir,"  the  laddie  replied. 


AN    INTERESTING    SITUATION 

Dear  aunt,  the  kitty  chased  a  mouse — the  naughty  little  witch — 
And  it  ran  up  a  curl,  it  did,  and   I  can't  tell  you  which." 


A   GENERAL    PRICKING   SENSATION 

To  ruthlessly  destroy  a  home  where  countless  bees  do  dwell 
Doth  prick   my  conscience,"  quoth  Hoban,  "and  cuticle  as  well." 


A   CHRISTAIAS   ALLEGORY 

Spake  Phoebe  Jones,  in  clearest  tones,  "Permit  me,  sir,  and  madam — 
I  represent  a  Christmas  Eve,  and  Will  a  Christmas  Adam." 


AN    UNREASONABLE   COMPLAINT 

Whew!  but    it's  awful   hot  for  June!"  exclaimed   the   lamb, 

aglow. 
\^ou    haven't   taken  off,"   said   Charles,  "your  woollens  yet, 

you  know." 


AX    UXSAINTLY    DOG 

Aly  doggie  is  a  Saint  Bernard,"  said  Bertha,  small  and  quaint  ; 
But  he's  too  ill-behaved,  I  think,  to  be  a  really  saint." 


THE  GARDENER'S  NAUGHTY  SON 

Oh,  little  maiden,  pretty  maiden,  you  had  better  have  a  care  ; 
A  great  big  tiger-lily  is  a-bloorain'  'round  in  there  !" 


ELLEN   AND    HER   LAMB 

When  shearing-time  is  come,  my  lamb,  and  shearers  clip  and  pull, 
I'll  take  you  to  the  barber's,  dear,  and  have  him  cut  your  wool." 


A   PROPER    SELECTION 

A  bat  was  caught  out  in  a  storm,  and  very  badly  fared  ; 
So  an  umbrella-man  he  sought,  and  had  himself  repaired. 


A   SUGGEvSTIVE    DISTINCTION 


Now  can  you  tell  me,  little  lass,  where  lives  Polander  Rouse  ?" 
He  isn't  living  anywhere — he's  boarding  at  our  house." 


A    X  E AV  -  V  E A R    A X  E CDU T  E 

From   Fox's  Bool'  of  Martyrs,  Aunt  ]\Iatilda  slowly  read. 
"O  aunt,  turn  over  a  new  leaf,"  her  youthful  nephew  said. 


THE    SOILED   GOWN 


Granny.    "  Why,  now  I   think  you've  got  some  ink   upon  your  gown 

so  fair." 
Nanny.     "  Oh,    then    I    fear    I've    passed    too    near    a    fountain    pen 

somewhere," 


AN   ENTRANCING   SPOT 

What  sweet  influence  is  there  here 
That  I  should  pause  in  passing? 

My  frame  with  rapture  thrills  !     I  fear 
To  part  will  be  harassing." 


THE   BROKEN    PANE 

"Who  broke  this  pane?     I'd  know  his  name!"  the  angry  master  cried. 
"  It  must  have  been  a  shooting-star,"  these  clever  rogues  replied. 


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With  bow  and  dart  ye  hunter  bold,  within  a  quiet  vale, 

All  carpeted  with  dazzling  white,  doth  strike  an  awesome  trail. 


AN    INKY   NIGHT 

The  tempest  whistled  through  the  trees,  the  night  was  inky  black, 
When  Winfred  stumbled  through  the  door,  in  dreadful  plight,  alack ! 


A   FUNNY    SIGHT 

The  white  that's  on  my  Towser  is  so  ver}',  very  white, 

That  when  we  walk  out  on  the  snow  it  makes  a  funny  sight. 


A    HERO 

In  times  of  need,  when  dogs  of  war  do  strain  and  break  their  bonds, 
At  the  first  call  to  arms,  our  dear  Algernon  boy  responds ! 


THE    LITTLE    RABBIT'S   MISTAKE 

"Hello,  some  rabbit's  lost  its  tail !     Too  bad, 
I  do  declare  !" 
(He  saw  a  fiuffy   thistle-down  afloat  up  in 
the  air.) 


A   WARNING 


When  Valen-time  is  come,  beware,  ye  maiden  and  ye  swain, 
And  Cupid,  bold,  invades  the  land,  with  ammunition  train. 


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"  vSay,  Dollie,  did  your  ear  detect  that  cannon  cracker's  roar . 
I  'spect  it's  wrecked  a  house  and  lot,  and,  maybe,  somethin'  more!" 


THE   CUTEST   GAL   IN   TOWN 


"  I  don't  just  like  the  polka-dots,  Belinda,  on  your  gown." 

"All  right,  sir,"  and  she  shook  her  skirts — the  cutest  gal  in  town. 


HER   POLKA   DOTS 

vShe  played  upon  her  music-box  a  fancy  air  by  chance, 
And  straightway  all  her  polka  dots  began  a  lively  dance. 


AN   ATTRACTIVE    BONNET 

With  fingers  deft  sweet  Mabel  wove  of  flowers  gay  a  bonnet, 
When  all  the  honey-bees  about  did  straightway  settle  on  it. 


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PARENTAL    CARES 

Oh,  talk  about  your  cutting  teeth!     It  isn't  half  as 

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As  cutting  horns!     Be  quiet,  child,  you'll  drive  your 

father  mad !" 


CUPID'vS   TOP 

"Spin,  spin,  my  sweetheart;  spin  as  though  you'd  never  stop. 
The  spider  it  may  spin  it's  web,  but  I  will  spin  my  top." 


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A   CLEVER    LAD 
Instead  of  buying  James  a  hoop  with  which  to  have  some  fun, 
His  father  bouQ-ht  for  him  a  hat  to  shield  him  from  the  sun  ! 


A   CAREFUL    MOTHER 

'Good-morning,  Mistress  Nanny  Goat, 
The  kids  quite  well  appear." 

'  The  kids,  sir  ?     I  would  have  you  note 
I'll  have  no  slang  in  here." 


SALLIE    MURMURED    NOT 

Delance  met  Sallie  on  the  bridge,  and  kissed  her  on  the  spot ; 
The  brooklet  murmured  down  below,  but  Sallie  murmured  not. 


SLOVENLY   CARLO 

"  You  sloven,  Carlo,  sit  up  straight  and  look  me  in  the  eye  ! 
Now,  since  you  wear  a  collar,  sir,  why  don't  you  wear  a  tie  ?' 


HER    DAIRY 

A  milkweed,  and  a  buttercup,  and  cowslip,"  said  sweet  jNIary, 
Are  growing  in  my  garden-plot,  and  this  I  call  my  dairy." 


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MILD    BELINDA 

Belinda  Beadle  was  so  mild,  the  wild  March  hare,  in  love, 

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PEEVISH   CHARLES 

'I   wonder    why   it   is,"  said    Charles,  "and,  oh,  I 

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That   birds   delight   to   always    sing,  and   never, 

never  cry !" 


GOODLY   ADVICE   AND   TIMELY 

Little  maidens,  young  and  tender,  if  you  needs  must  go 
Where  suspended  from  the  ceiling  is  a  mistletoe. 
This  remember,  this  remember  :    never,  never  fail 
To  retire  your  comely  features  in  the  meshes  of  a  veil. 


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NOT   HE 

"My  friend,  did  you  ever  a  Fish  Ball  attend?"  a  Dory  inquired  of  a  Cod- 
fish refined. 

That  fish  made  reply,  in  a  manner  quite  dry,  "  I  never  mix  up  in  affairs 
of  that  kind." 


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EDGAR   AND    HIS   NEW    PICTURE-BOOK 

The  Walrus  hath  two  great  teeth  g-rowing  from  its  mouth  and  down. 
The  Goat  hath  two  teeth  quite  as  large  that  start  up  from  its  crown. 


A  CONFESSION 

Oh,  what  have  you  done  with  your  little  straw  hat,  with  the 

streamers  of  ribbons  so  gay  ?" 
Oh,  mother!    quite  hungry  was  I,  and  I  ate   my  straw   hat,  I 

am  sorry  to  say." 


WATERING  THE   FLOWERS 

There  is  no  sight  that  gladdens  more  the  drowsy  summer  hours 
Than  Susy  Ann,  with  brimming  pan,  awatering  her  flowers. 


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WASHINGTONS     BIRTHDAY     IN     THE 
SCHOOL-ROOM 

"Ef  George  had  been  a  girl,  and  had  dressed 
in  female  clo'es, 

Would  he  have  been  the  mother  of  her  coun- 
try, do  you  s'pose  ?" 


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